Jan. 31st, 2006
In that moment when the YOU that is gardened and tended to; donned, frock coated and frilly laced cuffs (Such sophistication!), in that moment when that YOU steps aside for the Hyde of id: primal, screamed out moaning of breath, teeth-clenched hisses that bemoan CONQUEST! TAKE! That is the moment when the knowing of the YOU is blissful in its terror. Of realization that the YOU is a complex and vast ocean of communications cerebreal and visceral, of touches gentle and beastly and the fullness of YOU lies sated and panting on the reflection that is the ME.